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S92 THE BIRTH OF ROBIN HOOD. |
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THE BIETH OF ROBIN HOOD. See p. 170. From Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, ii. 1.
Mony ane talks o' the grass, the grass,
And tnony ane o' the corn, And mony ane talks o' gude Robin Hood,
Kens little whar he was born.
He was gotten in a earl's ha', a
And in a lady's bower, And born into gude greenwood,
Thro' mony cauld winter's shower.
His father was the earl's own steward,
Sprung frae sma' pedigree; 10
His mother, Earl Huntingdon's ae daughter, For he had nane else but she.
When nine months were near an end, And eight months they were gone;
The lady's cheeks wi' tears were wet, 15
And thus she made her moan :—
" What shall I say, my love, Archibald,
This day for you and me ? I will be laid in cauld irons,
And ye'll be hanged on tree." ao |
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